You better count your money. You better count your money [ghetto cowboy] [ghetto cowboy]. (4X)

Krayzie:

Tha name's Krayzie Big Bad Ass Bone. Wanted up North for all tha gold that I stole. Along with some cash, even took tha mayor's daughter. Now that there's kidnappin', but she was wid it so I brought her. Done got myself into a whole heap of trouble. Double-crossed by tha law, so there's nobody to run to. Yeah, it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun. Outlawed, call 'em Leather Face. I'm headed for tha West. Heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet. Well uh, ought to make it by sundown. I figure that's enough time for me to get tha whole run down. So I continue my mission. It's getting dark so now I'm watching for them damn Injuns. They like to catch ya, than they rob and split. I be a rootin', tootin', shootin' damn fool, protecting my chips. All of sudden, I heard somebody rumble in tha bushes. Stop my horse, "Whoaa Nellie!" Who in tha bushes? Ya betta speak out, or I'm ah let my shotgun song sing out!

Who is this? Hope this ain't tha law. Drawed out tha bushes with my sawed-off shotgun.

Come on out right now. I'm gettin' angry. Took a step back 'cause it could get dangerous.

Please don't shoot. It's just me, Thug Queen, a horse stealer.

Than why tha hell is you hiding in them bushes?

I'm wanted in four counties for arm robbery. Killed two sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand. Stole two horses. Thought you was tha law, that's why I jumped in tha bushes.

Goodness. Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire, but I could use her for tha job, so I told her to ride com' on.

May I ask you what ya heading to tha West for?

I got a partna, got a plan for some dough. And if ya down you can pick up yourself a pretty penny. Be in town in a minute. Now be sure if you're wid it.

Thug Queen:

We out before tha sunrise. Got a style here for your partna to ride, hit the saloon for the moon shine. Down for whatever. Let's ride [let's ride].

His directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona. When we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk, and meet my boy in tha mornin' for details and hook up.

(2X)

Rise and shine. Good mornin', howdy. Nine o'clock we meet my boy in tha saloon in tha valley. Now I done came a long way and I don't want to be late.

Thug Queen:

Time I make 'em tokens, you know we ain't.

Move out. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up. Move out. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up. Move out. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up. Move out. Giddy up, giddy up.

(1X)

I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in tha saloon. So, I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon. Glance across tha room, I see this youngster gettin' ready to fire. But if he messin' tonight, I think that Krayzie just might take his life. So, I approach him and I paused. Look man, I really don't want to brawl, but won't you chill before them laws? Quit messin' up this master plan. Since he already rowdy, I just asked tha man. Hey, you want some work? Well partna put in your bid. And by tha way, now what's your name? They call me Layzie tha Kid.

Tha name's Powder P. Can I get a 12-guage? Outlawed everyday, on tha front page. Mr. Kid, if you give me tha low down, me and Black Jack, be ready for tha showdown with two double barrels pointed at whateva. We'll stick togetha. I'm perty cleva.

So, saddle up, jump on tha band wagon, because it's all goin' down. I heard a guy run in tha bar screaming, "Krayzie's in town!"

Now when we get to tha saloon, you don't worry, wait outside, and don't be stealing nobody's damn horses. Step inside tha bar, Layzie Kid, you son of a gun!

Hey man, I'm glad you made it safely. Now let's go have some fun. And this my partna, Powder. He's a young gun.

Howdy.

Mighty glad to meet ya son. Oh yea, ya know I also brought a friend along. Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler, straggler, just met her.

Howdy partna. Already got tha horses saddled up.

I hope you're good at robbin' banks like ya rustle that cattle up.

Now y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon.

I think you're right. I say we move. Com' on. Let's move out. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up. Move out. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up. Move out. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up. Move out. Giddy up, giddy up.

(4X)

Felicia:

[It don't matter what I do, nay. Give me some of that ghetto cowboy life.] Ghetto cowboy. Ghetto cowboy. Ghetto cowboy [ghetto cowboy]. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Ghetto Cowboy.